Maya calendar

A thin layer of fog floating on the grass, just awaken. That’s the face of nature’s pure, perfect face under the escort of the Divine. No one can help not to give it a second glance…on the day after doomsday, on the morning after doomsday; a brand new morning!

一层薄薄的雾气，漂浮在刚苏醒的草地上。那是一张大自然的脸孔，单纯无瑕，在神的护航下，让人不禁多望一眼。

这玛雅传说后的第一天。

这玛雅传说后的第一个早晨。

Cool air and blue sky, accompanied by the sounds of insects hidden in the green grass, I rejoice with the miracles in my eyes and the warm in my heart.

清凉的空气与湛蓝的天空，伴着草地里的虫鸣声，我的眼睛被这一幕神迹吸引。一股喜悦在心里满满的被滋润。

Standing outside the fence, asking myself how often do I witness nature with his hazy eyes. While eveyone is busy with the myth of the Apocalypse, the new day has gradually emerge, never deceptive, never turn up late with hesitation. Giving everyone a fair day of his own.

How far you go with the 24-hour is up to you. You can walk a distance with it and you can fly far with it. Paint this canvas of the sky with your own colours, you may obtain your own rainbow or may not even sell it for a penny.

每人一份24小时的天空，你要走多远，随你。你要飞多远，也随你！这幅天空随你用什么颜料去涂彩都行。用心画会有彩虹，没用心的当然卖不出一分钱。

I am not fearful of the end of the world, I am more apprehensive when the world lost its sight of light. Then, front with tract of the sunray, doesn’t it have enough to shoot through the doomsday? We don’t even have to debate about it!

She held him tightly, wishing she could pull him inside of her. Pull her inside of him. Something. Someplace where the unrelenting tug and pull between them could finally end. Drip, drip—that was the sound of her heart bleeding all over his feet. Tangled Moon ~ by Olivia Stocum